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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

"You're just a Nenner! A glorified blacksmith! You can't possibly stand up against a Zahler's elemental power!" "As if that'll stop me! A Zahler might have the elements under their control, but that won't matter if I have a Seigel-riddled weapon for every occasion!" ⬛⬛⬛ Wesen... the innate power within that allows a person to manipulate the world around them. While it sounded straightforward enough, Rouge still has a lot to learn if he wanted to harness it for his own benefit. Thankfully, being a standard guy with blacksmithing as a hobby had given him a headstart in the new pseudo-medieval world that he now found himself in. In fact, blacksmithing in general is an integral part of his new life and the Wesen-filled wonders that entailed it. It was a good thing too, especially since it would be the one ticket he had to get out of the servitude of the Empire that insisted on grinding him under its heel. With his newfound power of rune-like Seigels at his disposal, Rouge will take the Matheman Empire by storm as he builds his rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. He will ensure that his fellow Nenners will be free from the Empire's oppressive practises, and he sure as hell will do it if it was the last thing he did. Well, that, and he refused to live in a backwater medieval world for longer than he could manage it. His modern sensibilities demanded proper technology, and he was sure that even his half-complete understanding of modern science will give him the edge he needs to take on a literal continent-spanning Empire. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ UPDATES: Daily 19:00 JST Twitter: @ChellyArks

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600 Chs

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*WHOOSH! WHOOSH!*

More arrows flew from behind me as I ran towards what I could only assume to be the town hall. It wasn't the best destination for this, but it was better than fighting this thing in an enclosed area. Then again, Mathilde would have to stay near the outskirts if she wanted to retain the high-ground advantage. Either way, it'll be-

 

*CRASH!*

 

What the hell?!

Taking a quick glance behind me, the bear seemed to have taken a huge swerve from chasing me. Instead, it had bulldozed through another building, possibly finding itself on another street. Looking up, Mathilde was nowhere to be seen as I found myself alone with only the faint echoes of the bear's footsteps keeping me company. Mathilde's lighting solution was still in effect, thankfully, but the sheer lack of information was making me feel far too paranoid for my liking.

 

"Fvcking piece of fvcking shvt..."